if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces